Reds

Twice this past week and half, in the midwestern and southern regions of the CST block, I paused on a bench to observe and absorb what was there.  And twice I saw a cardinal angle into a tree.  Silently, they aimed their blushing bodies in and out of their respective destinations.  To investigate an interesting leaf?  To acquire a particularly fragrant bug?  Whatever their goal, it was clearly defined by the fluttering of those agile wings--so brief and full of purpose.  And as I watched them, I thought of self-discipline, grace and stamina.  I thought, I would like to be more like that.